Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies!

i think this poem is about a little boy or girl that gets lost in a bad dream and wants to know if he or she will ever get out of her or his dream while wondering if there will ever be another morning for them...im a ten yr old.

Last night we attended a local school concert and an 11 yr. old boy sang this song as a soloist. I watched his mother in her wheelchair watch him with swelling pride. Just a few days prior she received a visit from hospice and was told she has 6 months or less to live. The angels swirled around as the words flowed from this little boy to his mother.

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